Welcome to the place where face your fears
As grueling as they are, minutes seems like years
Welcome to the place of your own home
Its throwing out your back and your bones

Turn off the light as you grow old
It's uncensored, its going over board
Turn off the light as you grow old
It's worrying, oh turn it over ward

Turn it over ward
Turn it over ward
Turn it over ward

Fiver in my hand, bring me somewhere else
Driver in the cab help me propulse
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words, they do much more

Turn off the light as you grow old
Its worrying, it's going over board
Turn off the light as you grow old
It's uncensored, it's going over board

It's going over board
It's going over board
It's going over board